Fantasy Reversal Chapter 4

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Arriving at the club, the music blared and the line was quite long. The bouncer motioned me forward, asking if I was alone, and then let me in without paying. Looking for Sam I could not find him. I sipped a glass of wine then flirted with a younger gentleman, who offered me another glass of wine. I thanked him, hugging him as I excused myself.

Making my way through the crowd a black man pulled me to the dance floor. Surprised, I pulled back a moment. My phone instantly buzzed with a message.

"Flirt and dance, with whoever asks."

I returned and apologized to the man, we danced a couple songs. To my surprise I had Katrina's dancing ability. As Sam I was a terrible dancer, now as her I had rhythm. His name was Rock, or at least he claimed. From our close dancing I was sure he was a rock. Then he disappeared. The flirting and dancing continued with a few more men, each pushing me further. Another man, name Cal asked me to his table. I sat with him and three other men, flirting and drinking. As we sat, Cal had slid his hand under the hem of my dress. I felt as though I was cheating, though this is what he had requested.

I had to use the ladies room and excused myself. As I returned, a hand grabbed me from behind. "An apple martini for you miss?" My heart jumped, as through the noise I could not make out the voice. When I turned he moved my head forward.

"Fuck me, please fuck me!" I whispered.

Quickly downing the martini, he grabbed my wrist from behind, then my other, pinching each behind me. He then led me toward the restrooms again, down a dark hallway. My desire was to look and see who the man was behind me. He had to be Sam I thought, although with noise and the darkness it was difficult to tell.

"Fuck me." I requested this time louder, hoping he would. Is hands went to the hem of my dress lifting it gently.

"You are a begging slut!" he said. My dress up over my hips my ass presented for him. My pussy soaked with my juices. I could still see people in the hallway; one man had stopped to watch. The feeling of being watched excited me, a feeling I had never expected. Any embarrassment was put aside for my sexual desire.